Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Show Your Real: Michelle

Is it Tuesday again already? Bad news is, the weeks are flying by. Good news is, that means it's time for another Show Your Real guest post. Oh, the bittersweet-ness of it all....Today we get to hear from Michelle, and let me just say- she's getting real with ya'll. None of this, "yeah, I'm a bit of a mess, but I'm just going to show you a teeny tiny bit of it and hope that it actually comes off charming vs actually exposing the true me" stuff....She's willing to say the ugly things, and show the yucky parts. And I admire her for that. I know I see a bit of myself in what she has to share...maybe you do too.

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Hey
y'all! I am so excited to be apart of the Show Your Real series!! I
admire this series and how different each woman has been. From Amanda to Kristi - we are tough cookies, us women. With God, a little mocha latte and some lip gloss we can get a heck of a lot done!

A
little bit about me: My name is Michelle, I am a 24 year old Housewife
and Mama. My Husband is Jack and we have a daughter named Abigail
(hopefully soon we will be adding more little munchkins to the team)! I
am the author of the blog The Heart of Home. I blog about a lot of the stuff that attracted me to bloggers like Courtney. The Heart of Home's tagline is 'happy, silly, poopy & pretty tales' because connecting with
other Moms and Wives who's lives are centered around family is
important to me and really the root of why I started blogging.

Navigating
Motherhood is so challenging, I think the most difficult part for me is
balance. I am balancing on a board that is teetering on a ball and I'm
not so good at it yet. Some days I wake up, make breakfast, pack
lunches, take a shower and make it into the nursery by 7:30 to greet Abigail's smiling face. Other days it's 10:30,
Abigail is tired of being in bed and I'm staring at the wall with a
headache, no breakfast, Jack forced to buy lunch and all I can
concentrate on is hoping that the world will stop turning for just a
little while so I can regroup.

It's
difficult. I feel like I should start some sort of charity where myself
and a few other women allow promiscuous teenage girls into our homes to
experience how difficult raising a child is. I feel like we would never
see another sixteen year old in booty shorts again.

Growing
up I dreamed about being a Mother, I've always wanted a large family,
my husband has too. The funny thing about dreams is that there is never a
scene played out in your mind where you haven't taken a shower, you've
survived all day on a few Triscuits and a couple of swigs from a sippy
cup, you're exhausted and your child is getting a tooth. No, dreams,
they don't let you in on those dirty little secrets.

The
truth of the matter is that nothing can make me as tired. Make my house
a disaster. Push me to the brink of insanity. Make me as poorly dressed
and inadequately groomed as taking care of this little girl of mine.

Yes,
it's true. I am sitting at the computer in my pajamas with a stain on
my shoulder involving a walk to the play pen and a mouthful of mango
that Abigail wanted to share. Yes, it is 1:30
and I did just say that I'm in my pajamas. The only thing I've consumed
all day is coffee. I have a massive headache and I am counting down the
hours until my Husband texts me and says that he's off of work. No, I
don't have dinner planned. And yes, I am afraid to look my kitchen in
the eye. It is scary and I'm not sure I will come out alive if I walk in
there to clean it. I am tired. Aunt Flo stopped by with her sisters
Aunt Crampy and Aunt Bloaty, so all I really want to do is lay on my bed
and be still for 8 hours.

Show Your Real is a bi-weekly series of guest posts centered around the concept of authenticity. The goal is to encourage each other to expose the reality of our lives- good and bad- and to foster a sense of community that goes beyond the often suface-cy interactions of social media. We invite all of you to participate! Please comment, link, and hashtag to spread the showyourreal love. If you would like to contribute a guest post in this series, please email me!

1 comment
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We share much of the same real. I often feel self-conscious when the bus driver sees me in my pajamas in the morning....and then again in the afternoon. Ironically, I forgot my daughter had pajama day at school a couple weeks ago, yet showed up in the car pool lane wearing mine....yeah. Way to go mom.

I’m Courtney- a loud-talking, big-dreaming kind of a girl with a creative streak I can't turn off, a wholly imperfect love for Jesus, and an overwhelming passion for authenticity. I'm superpumped you're here.